Little drops of rain,
dripping down the sky,,
wetting dry soil,
as I loudly cry.

Impossible to reach,
intersting to fetch,
but she's far away.
My poor small hands.

Killing time with stress,
living without love,
wasting hours like seconds,
results failure though.

Enthusiasm was the past,
today it is bitter.
I was crying that time.
I'm sobbing also now.
© Nihal42